Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 62

"Hang in there. This is the most difficult part of the trail. After this, we will reach the mountain top. The road down the mountain will be much easier," Hansen easily climbed ahead and encouraged Jenna.

It seemed that he could encourage other people too! He was even caring and considerate, which was really rare to see. Jenna smiled.

Standing on the top of the not-so-big mountain, all of a sudden, the horizons were widened with the vast azure sea in sight. It was hard to distinguish which was the sea and which was the blue sky. The sun was hanging high in the sky, giving off a dazzling light. The turquoise sea, with its surface that was as soft as silk, with ripples and waves occasionally, was vast and boundless. The beauty of the dusk left Jenna in a daze as she exclaimed and recited a poem about the beauty of nature.

"Do you like it?" Hansen stood beside her and looked around. His thin lips were slightly curved and his eyes were bright and beautiful. His expression was exceptionally appealing.

Jenna felt a sense of unreality in her heart. Would Hansen actually care about whether she liked it or not?

She liked it very much.

She breathed through her mouth and removed all her frustration through her breaths. She stretched her body and muscles. The cool autumn wind quickly dried the sweat on her forehead. From her beautiful eyes, one could see there were thousands of thoughts in her mind!

Suddenly, Jenna sadly realized that beautiful things could hardly arouse her interests as they used to. She always felt inexplicably depressed. She sighed and looked down.

It was because she had experienced too many vicissitudes of life and was at a loss for what to do. Her senses had gone numb!

"Why are you sighing?" Hansen turned his head slightly and asked.

Her beautiful facial features were so stunning under the sunset, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed. There were endless worries in her mind, and the sadness on her face could not be concealed. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

An idea came to his mind when he suddenly thought of what his grandma had said. Unspeakable annoyance drifted through his mind, and he turned his head and stared at her.

He had an impulse to reach out to touch her face to get rid of her sadness. Just like his first time meeting her, there seemed to be many stories to be told from her bright eyes. The stories that he couldn't understand, or stories that weren't his.

Which beloved man did she design that luxury car for? Was it Rayan?

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he was.

She must have been very unhappy in those years of marriage. Was he the one who caused her sadness and pain?

How on earth did such a weak body survive? Even when she was smiling, he could see a trace of hidden pain on her face.

He was slightly moved. Had he hurt her?

The weight of life was too much for anyone to bear. There were too many obstacles in front of them. He didn't want that, but no one wished for that either!

Looking at the vast sea, he suddenly felt that they were just a small part of the world, like the grass. However, grass would die and resurrect repeatedly, but they only had one life. The time that had passed would never come back. Now, they were still running in the dark. They could not see where their future was and did not know when they should stop.

Hansen suddenly fell silent.

"Hansen, what happened to the two cars?" Jenna did not forget that question. When they were at the foot of the mountain, he pulled her aside and asked her, "Do you want to know about the two cars?"

After he said that, he just smiled eerily. At that time, Jenna was so creeped out that she had goosebumps.

Could it be that Hansen had brought her to the island for more than just pleasure? That was why she had chosen him without hesitation.

Although she had already planned to give up on it, that's what she came to Richards Group for in the first place. It was really unrealistic to say that she had given up completely. After all, it was related to her father's feud! Her father's cause of death was unclear. If she was to blame for causing Uncle Richards to be in a vegetative state, it was unintentional. However, if someone had planned to murder her father, that was intentional murder, which was of a completely different nature.

After getting along with Hansen for so many days, she felt more and more that Hansen was not such a ruthless person. Moreover, he knew the law. Although he was scheming, it was only in the business circle. To kill a person, especially Jenna's father was so obviously suspicious, it was completely unnecessary and impossible, just as Hannah had said.

If it was for Trevor's sake, she might not really take revenge on him. What if it wasn't Hansen who did it? Wasn't the purpose of her staying by his side all the while was to get to the bottom of it?

Whether or not to seek revenge, she had to figure it out!

If it wasn't Hansen, then she must avenge her father! Jenna respected her father the most. Besides Trevor, she did not owe anything to anyone else. She had never done anything illegal and her father had always been a respected government official and had never offended anyone. Who would do such a thing to him? Even her mother had become wheelchair-bound.

The pain on her face could not be suppressed, and there was an exceptional torment in her heart, as if there were countless ants biting her all over.

"It seems that if it weren't for this reason, you wouldn't have chosen to follow me, right?" Hansen's voice became colder, with a trace of displeasure.

Jenna looked at him strangely. Was he upset about that? Would he care about who she would have chosen?

He had always hated her and wanted to stay away from her as far as possible. All those years, he had avoided her deliberately and wanted to humiliate her and make fun of her. She was not a fool. How could she not understand?

"Shouldn't he be happy if I didn't choose him?"

However, at that time, his face was darkened and it seemed that he was displeased. Jenna was a bit baffled for a moment.

"Hansen, tell me, have you found the two cars?" She could not care about anything else. She wanted to know about the two cars so badly. After all, the car was stained with her father's blood.

As Hansen's gaze on her was getting colder and more unpredictable, Jenna's heart suddenly pounded wildly and she felt very uneasy!

"Tell me first, what do you want those two cars for?" The cold light in his eyes was almost harsh.

Tell him? Didn't he know or was he trying to set her up? The pain and sorrow in her clear eyes flowed out little by little. She clenched her fists and clung onto her clothes. She gritted her teeth and said word by word, "Hansen, do you really not know what I want those cars for?"

Jenna's eyes were full of desperation and pain!

Hansen felt that things were not as simple as he thought. She had a reason for wanting those cars. The cold light in his eyes gradually built up, and he was at a loss for what to do under her gaze.

"Do you think I should know?" he asked probingly.

"Hansen, I am being serious now. Please tell me the truth," Jenna stared at his face and did not let go of any of his subtle expressions. She really wanted to know the answer. If it really had nothing to do with him, perhaps the problem would be much easier to solve. She hoped that would be the case.

"What do you want me to tell you?" Her distrustful look made him uncomfortable. She never wanted to reveal anything to him. The look on her face showed that she was wary of him, which made him very annoyed!

As anger pulsed through his veins, his face was expressionless again, "A woman like you is truly puzzling. If you tell me, perhaps I can help you get them back. Otherwise, don't blame me if the cars are never to be seen again. My patience is limited, and I don't have so much time to care about these idle matters."

He said coldly and turned around to walk down the mountain. Since she was unwilling to tell him, it meant that she was disrespectful to him. As the Young Master of the Richards' family, he did not need to be so submissive. If she did not tell him, it would definitely be her loss!

Jenna's expression was very obvious. She would not tell him because she was wary of him and had her concerns.

"Hmph!" He snorted. He was Hansen Richards. As long as he wanted to know about something, no one could hide it from him. It was only a matter of time.

He gradually walked away, but Jenna was rooted to the spot. She was shocked and could not figure out what was going on.

What did he mean? Never to be seen again?

Did he mean that the two cars were missing? Or was he not going to give them to her?

An ominous premonition arose. She suddenly felt a chill down to her spine and decided that she had to ask clearly!

"Hey, what do you mean?" She quickened her pace and followed closely as she asked nervously.

Hansen was not happy, so he ignored her and walked forward alone.

The sun was setting, and the golden sunshine covered the island with a layer of gold. The island was empty and quiet. Jenna suddenly felt that the island was terribly quiet and foggy, adding an element of mystery to it.

With the chill of autumn, the blowing of the sea breeze, and the setting sun, Jenna felt cold. At the same time, she felt an inexplicable sense of fear.

They would have to make it to the second island to find a place to eat and sleep before dark. She looked at the setting sun. It was already getting dark and they had just been delayed for a while. Could they make it in time?

"Hurry up, it's getting dark. It's very dangerous to sail at night," Hansen was walking ahead and a little anxious. Jenna was moving so slowly as if she didn't understand the danger, which annoyed him. The only way to the second island was by boat. They had to row the boat themselves without any staff members around to help.

Jenna was terrified, so she agreed and also picked up her pace.

Her high heels made a muffled sound as she stepped on the unstable road down the mountain.

Hansen's footsteps were fast, and he just rushed forward. Although she was walking as fast as she could, Jenna still felt cold. She remembered that there was a jacket in her bag. She wanted to take it out to keep herself warm, but she couldn't catch up with Hansen who was holding the bags.

"Ouch!" Although the downhill road was not as difficult as the uphill road, it was easier to fall down because of the shift in the center of gravity. Jenna was careful. Although she walked slowly, she still stepped on a small stone, and her feet tilted to one side. Her ankle twister and she fell to the ground in an instant. She was in so much pain that she screamed and groaned.

She squatted down and rubbed her ankle with her hands. When she stood up again, she was grimacing in agony. When she looked up, she saw that Hansen had already disappeared. She could not help but feel sad and discouraged. That guy really had no sympathy at all and had already gone off on his own. What should she do? Looking around, she was still halfway up the hill and a long way from the boat below.

He had probably gone down the mountain. She didn't expect any kindness from him. His gloomy face and words about the two cars when they were at the mountain top made her feel a chill down her spine.

Perhaps he wanted to get rid of her. He hated her so much that it was probably his plan to leave her alone to meet her end.

The sky was getting darker, and she was cold and scared. Her ankle was red and swollen, and she slumped on the ground disappointedly.

The signal flares and clothes were all with him, and she had nothing with her. Unless he kindly returned to save her, she might kick the bucket on the island. She was not on the main road, but halfway up the mountain. Even if there was an occasional patrol at the foot of the mountain, she would not be found!

She closed her eyes in despair as she was thinking. Why did he suddenly mention that car? Didn't he come to have fun? He must have deliberately set up a trap. He knew that she was investigating the cause of her father's death. He was afraid that the truth would be exposed, so he wanted to kill her.

Otherwise, he would have reminded her to change her high heels. Instead, he intentionally brought her here.

"Hansen, you b*stard. Even if I die, I will not let you go. How can you bully me like this?"

Jenna cursed in panic. Gradually, her voice became softer. It was getting darker and darker and it seemed like she would be left alone on the island for the night.

Just then, her mobile phone rang. As if she had seen the light in the dark, she was surprised "How did I forget about my phone?"

No, she would not die. The mobile phone was the best communication tool. Rayan was also on the island. If she asked him for help, he would come to save her. He would not let her die.

"Jen, where are you now? Are you all right?" As expected, Rayan's soft voice came from the phone. Jenna relaxed and was very excited. She almost burst into tears.

"Jen, what's wrong?" Hearing Jenna sobbing, Rayan's heart sank and he asked nervously.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She sniffled and was about to speak when a big hand reached out and grabbed her phone. She suddenly smelled a familiar smell of mint in the cold breeze.

"What's wrong? Did you deliberately stay here to call your lover?" His voice was irritable and cold.

Jenna looked up in astonishment, only to see Hansen grabbing her phone. His forehead was sweaty, and he had a worried look in his eyes. However, his face was masked by anger and contempt, expressing his annoyance and fury.

"Can you stop pretending? Why are you still making phone calls here? Do you want to seduce him so badly? Don't forget that there's a woman by his side," Hansen was furious, and his voice was cold and vicious.

Jenna blanched and tottered to her feet, bearing the pain in her ankle.